sexta-feira, 28 de dezembro de 2007

Christiane F.



"Claro que Hitler foi um porco. Mas quando eu vejo fotos da juventude hitlerista, eu vejo somente aquelas caras contentes. Eles devem ter sido bastante entusiasmados. Com isso a gente fica com inveja. Hoje em dia eu não conheço nenhum jovem que seja entusiasmado com alguma coisa ou que tenha ideais. Eu gostaria de ter alguns, ou pelo menos um" (Christiane Felscherinow, a tal Christiane F.). Feliz ano velho.

terça-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2007

A little bit cold


The office where I work has a powerful air-conditioner. It can preserve a mummy for long years, probably. Flies fall down on the floor like small snow flocks. Now I know what's like to be a dead pig in a butcher fridge.


My office mate, Max, can't stand the hot, the reason why he turns on the air conditioning on the coldest degree. My hands gets as cold as ice. This bone-chilling cold almost kills me!


Ok, that's not the New York City winters, that made Paul Simon bleed and want to come back home. But he was used to snow, and I'm not. I was born in a tropical contry, almost with monkeys crossing the street and indians playing drums downtown.
Gently, I tried to convince Max to avoid the f****** air conditioning. But, again with Paul Simons' words, still the man hear what he wants to hear and disregard the rest mmm mmm.

sábado, 1 de dezembro de 2007

burning wounds



Yesterday, somebody set fire in a store, in Pinheiros. The middle-aged, white man had bought some gasoline, crossed the entrance and yelled everybody to leave the place immediately. But a woman who worked there forgot her purse in the store, and went back to recover it. It was her mistake. In seconds, the fire took over the floor and she couldn't reach the street anymore. She breathed the toxic smoke and died, unfortunately.




These sad developments are advice. At risk, one has to leave everything behind, without wasting time. After all, you can buy a new purse tomorrow. The id, you can have another on a public department, it takes about four hours, wich is not too much, comparing to death.




Maybe, this warning is useful on emotional things, also. We should leave back all things that hurt us, instead of carry it in our souls. A restless heart can stop beating, when overcharged. One has to run off the toxic, black smoke that inner wounds expel.




It doesn't mean that we must only forget sad things to preserve ourselves. If it is the right thing to do, some wine would be enough. But alcohol can only bring more fire.




I mean that you have to put out the fire, but outside of it. In the same way, sad things are to be left behind until you are some steps ahead: then you can look back, check the damages and see where the fire really is and what has to be done in order to stop it and fix up everything.




Those thoughts are, in fact, to myself. Sometimes I want to come back and recover my id. Thinking now, I won't need it, I'll have another identity after the fire.

sábado, 17 de novembro de 2007

Homem-bomba


Os homens-bomba, como se sabe, enfrentam um longo treinamento antes de partirem para sua missão. Passam por testes físicos e psicológicos, coisa fina. Nos intervalos das "aulas" a que frequentam, provavelmente devem conversar sobre quem já passou pela experiência e que já está do lado de lá da vida, com suas dezenas de virgens que a tradição promete, como prêmio (deve ser por isso que não há mulheres-bomba).



Pois bem, o estudo para concursos públicos ou vestibular é a mesmíssima coisa. Nós, os aspirantes, vemos a aprovação como a passagem para o céu. Uma vez superada a prova, todas as privações serão compensadas. No dia da posse, enxugarão nossas lágrimas: as primeiras cousas já passaram.



É o paraíso similar ao muçulmano. Com uma diferença crucial: o ingresso aos campos de Alá é muito mais... fácil.


Qualquer analfabeto aciona uma bomba. Por outro lado, passar nas diversas fases de um concurso público requer uma preparação mais elaborada, digamos.


Coloquem um fanático extremista para fazer a primeira fase do Itamaraty, por exemplo. Não lhe vai adiantar espernear e apontar a AK-47 contra os mesários. O único caminho é acertar a maior parte das questões. ]


E se colar é eliminado automaticamente do concurso.


Claro, não acreditarei se me disserem que há uma virgem sequer lá no dia da posse.

segunda-feira, 12 de novembro de 2007

Few options

I've been studying under several time constraints. For I live alone, I have to take care of my house by myself, mostly. Doing the dishes and washing the clothes takes long hours. At the end, I'm so tired that I can barely move a finger.

However, There aren't many options.

terça-feira, 6 de novembro de 2007

Exposition

This blog exposes me a lot. Anybody can come in, read what I write and analyse how I do it. They can criticize my english, mock the pictures, the tales, and - what is worse - leave without writing a comment. I can accept everything but it! Laugh at me, but write your laughs! Any hahaha is enough.

I'll like to read all these things when I'm 64. It will probably appear that I was someone else, when I was young. Maybe it'll be true: Time can dig deep lines on our faces.

segunda-feira, 5 de novembro de 2007

No title

Today, a cold, light drizzle falls continuously all over São Paulo. A bone-chilling cold makes me shiver. Are we still in a tropical country? I'm not really sure. All I know is I wish I was under the covers right now, drinking some soft drink and reading "The kite runner".

The processes are everywhere. Most of them are basically "greed" cases: somebody refused to pay someone for something. Insurances. Services, such as powering or watering. Some others are related to simple misunderstandings, wich the contenders could easily work out. But no, they want to fight, to stress each other.

***

My new house is filthy. I don't have the time to clean it. Some of my clothes I'll have to burn them, probably.

***

I wish I had more time to study. But I have to work, in order to maintain myself. I live alone, have lots of expenses.

quinta-feira, 25 de outubro de 2007

2114


Em algum lugar do mundo, Outono de 2114:


- E aí, Paulão! Tudo certo? Me conta como vão as coisas! Fiquei sabendo que você comprou um Filho Robot!
- É, modelo Standard... o software é o Microsoft Pedrinho 3.0. A minha mulher não tava a fim de sangue, achei melhor comprar um robô, já pago de uma vez, é fácil de limpar...
- Mas e como tá indo? Bateria boa?
- Não te contei o problema que deu? Então vou contar... ontem ele foi pra escola... lá um menino humano fraquinho, que tem metade do tamanho dele, tropeçou e derrubou ele no chão.
- Nossa. Mas e daí? O que o Pedrinho fez?
- O Pedrinho levantou intacto, disse para o menino que não tinha problema e que queria ser amigo.
- Caramba... modelo Standard mesmo? Tô surpreso.
- Eu também tô. Acho que ainda tá na garantia... mas se não der pra trocar, eu vendo pra desmanche.

quarta-feira, 17 de outubro de 2007

Anxiety

I can't wait to be a diplomat. I'm anxious to become an Itamaraty member, although it won't probably happen soon. There's still a whole library I have to immerse in, in order to acquire the minimum knowledge needed. But in the next year, if I pass only the first test (TPS), that's enough for this time.

The english test worries me. I don't know enough this language, but a diplomat needs to know it better than a native speaker. As you can see, I have not enough information about the tongue. But I have time, I won't spend the night awake thinking on it.

I'll have to learn spanish or french, also. Those are easier, resembling portuguese. But there's much work to do about.

The other subjects are hard, as well. International politics, brazillian history, economics, law... My brains might explode. Well, there's not too much wasting, if it happens.

Frase de efeito

Lido em uma contraminuta de agravo, transcrição sem correções:


“O mérito do agravo de instrumento é prematuro, já nasceu, morto”.

segunda-feira, 15 de outubro de 2007

Sofá


Hoje comprei um sofá, finalmente. Deu um trabalho danado encontrar um que caiba em casa, com uma cor legal e um preço acessível. Mas é estimulante, dá vontade de conhecer mais a respeito.
Todos os vendedores vêm com a mesma ladainha: estamos com 70% de desconto, o material é maravilhoso, molas exclusivas e o concorrente é uma porcaria.
O prazo de entrega é de 25 dias! Demora para fazerem o móvel. Bom, até fim de novembro esse problema está resolvido. Vou poder habitar minha sala.

Tropa de Elite

Na sexta-feira assisti ao filme Tropa de Elite. Muito bom! Joga a verdade na cara. São os playboyzinhos da USP, PUC e adjacências que sustentam a criminalidade. Faltou ser mais explícito quanto aos demais consumidores - empresários e "artistas".
Cada homicídio ou tortura ocorridos na favela são de responsabilidade desses bandos que, no conforto de suas enormes casas e apartamentos, ficam filosofando sobre a violência da polícia e botando a culpa por todos os males no governo.
Se esquecem de que, em parte, o governo é um reflexo deles. Deus lhes livre do destino que cultivam pra si mesmos.

segunda-feira, 8 de outubro de 2007

administração doméstica


Morar sozinho não é uma atividade simples, inicialmente.

A total falta de conhecimento de como dirigir uma casa leva a descobertas incríveis a respeito da gênese de coisas simples como panelas e talheres.

De fato, quando eu era membro de um lar compartilhado com pais e irmãos, a superstição me era a principal fonte de explicação para uma série de fenômenos cotidianos.

Eu costumava creditar aos duendes o aparecimento súbito de roupas limpas e passadas no meu armário. Também na cozinha aconteciam coisas misteriosas: boa comida brotava nas panelas sobre o fogão, quando ninguém olhava - obra provável de algum saci.

Por outro lado, o chão, os móveis e o banheiro muito limpos me faziam crer que, na verdade, eu que era muito higiênico e não sujava nada, em raros momentos de lucidez...

Vivo agora na era das luzes, em que a razão derrotou o misticismo.

O momento dessa mudança foi o dia em que descobri a necessidade de uma geladeira, de um fogão (instalado), de panelas, copos, talheres, vassoura, rodo, balde, toalhas, pasta de dentes, escova de cabelos, cama, roupa de cama, mantimentos, sofá e televisão. Basicamente isso.

Digo "basicamente" porque todo dia se descobre um monte de coisas que se precisa ter em casa para uma vida confortável ou, ao menos, de coisas que se tornaram uma necessidade tão grande que eu nem percebia suas existências.

Assim como só se pensa em um pé quando ele dói.

sexta-feira, 5 de outubro de 2007

Alone

I'm living alone now. It's like I was born to do it. The silence, the things still in the very place I had put them. yes, I have to pay for it, but I'm loving. I should have done this before. Of Course, untill the day I feel too much lonely.

Return

I haven't been writing here since my birthday. Who cares...

I left my english course, had no choice. I'm out of time. But I'll be back, that's stronger than me.

The most revelant is my moving. I left my parent's house and settled on the east side of the city, near subway. I'll have to cook, wash clothes and pay the bills. That's all right, men do all those things.

It seems that, year after year, the world gives more and more opportunities, different ways to follow in. It can drive you nuts, if you are not quite prepared. You have to make decisions quickly, otherwise life pass by and you didn't do anything in the meantime. Choose fast the direction you'll settle for.

Man, I have to change the colors of my blog.

terça-feira, 28 de agosto de 2007

Hábitos

Olha, tô decidido a não perder mais tempo da minha vida com chatices. Ler o que não me interessa, dar importância para o que pensam pessoas que não me são importantes ou acordar cedo.


Daqui em diante leio só coisas legais, por mais que sejam completamente bobas. Pessoas malas, nem olho na cara mais: não tenho tempo nem pra aproveitar a companhia de pessoas interessantes.


Nada mais eu faço por obrigação!

Tá doido

Dizem que é necessária a atualização constante para se conseguir emprego, nos dias de hoje. Como tudo muda muito rápido, é preciso estar sempre ligado. Por isso, nos recomendam a leitura atenta diária de pelo menos um dos jornais de grande circulação. No caso de um paulistano, "O Estado de SP" e a "Folha de SP" são pré-requisito para se abandonar a alienação e entrar para a intelectualidade suprema.
Mas ler os editoriais, os cadernos de economia, notícias internacionais e a ilustrada não é suficiente: os grandes clássicos são essenciais. E tome Eça, Pessoa, Machado, Lima Barreto, José de Alencar, João Cabral e Euclides da Cunha. Só para citar os de língua portuguesa, porque não dá pra se esquecer de Maquiavel, Descartes, Locke, Rousseau e centenas de outros.
O que foi fazer para se divertir? Se foi beber e debater política, tudo bem. Mas o ideal é assistir a um filme-cabeça iraniano legendado em francês, ou ouvir a OSESP.
Acha que acabou? Ligou o rádio em qual sintonia hoje? Não foi uma emissora de notícias?

Envelhecendo na cidade

Ontem, dia 27 de agosto de 2007, completei 27 anos. Foi noite de eclipse lunar. Ganhei parabéns de vários lados, especialmente do pessoal do trabalho. É claro, também da minha família e da minha namorada. No orkut, vários recadinhos também. Foi um dia legal.

Até meu chefe me deu presente! Ele levou nós funcionários para almoçar no Rascal, lá na Alameda Santos. Lá me presenteou com dois livros: A Política, de Aristóteles, e O Príncipe, do Maquiavel.

O pessoal do meu gabinete e do gabinete do Dr. Gilberto também me deram uma blusa. Foi um dia produtivo!

segunda-feira, 20 de agosto de 2007

Dream

I had a strange dream days ago. I was climbing a huge mountain, that was in the middle of the world. But the mountain was placed anywhere. The more I got higher, more the sun rose over my head. Sometimes the climbing got difficult, and I had to cling on some rock, almost falling down.

Somehow I managed to reach the peak. There were words carved out of a rock, in a strange language. Even the letters I couldn't identify. But I knew what was written there. The meaning couldn't be spelled, only felt.

Then I woke up. What does it mean, I don't know. Who cares, don't know either. The only thing I know is that I was only sleeping.

Miths


This weekend I didn't study at all. I went to a wedding, shopping, bought some clothes (pants and socks). Also I slept at my girlfriend's apartament. But I hadn't the guts to sit down and read one of the million books I have to know by heart.


However, I bought a very interesting book, that no-one would regret of reading: "The Power of Mith", by Joseph Campbell. It's about the influence of miths and mithology over us, what it means, and where it leads to. That's not about indian masks, but much more. The work deals with the most deep manhood's willings of intense life. Symbols have a main role in our lives, showing the ways to follow and the goals to reach. Without those signs, life experience loses its sense and passion. This is one of the main problems of modern life: the material and scientifical improvement despise our symbolic parts, taking away an important part of ourselves.

quarta-feira, 15 de agosto de 2007

Yes!

I'm happy, I got my first comment in this blog!

Maybe I'll write in portuguese also, in another blog. Sometimes people want to discuss about some complex things. This discussion only can be made by writing, for nobody is available to talk about certain points during the week - it demand hours! And the bar talks lead nowhere, usually. Drunk friends are useful only to laugh at them...

I am so sleepy... almost sleeping with my eyes open. But I've got to keep my head up, can't disappoint my boss...

terça-feira, 14 de agosto de 2007



What a picture! If I had to be another animal, I wish I was a wolf.

colors


I changed today the color on my blog. I put dark colors now, wich describes better the moment. Not a gloomy time, but introspective. No matter how I try to avoid thinking about, future takes over my mind. I'm enjoying the road, but all I really want is to reach the end.

Maybe, when I find my goal, I change again the colors. I could put white, blue and yellow. But this time dark and red are more adequate.

The picture is my portrait. Ok, I took it from Rocky Balboa soundtrack, "burning heart", by Survivor. Funky, but I don't care.

Some upheavals have provoked a shift in my life - my parent's income tumbled, what has many consequences. In the other hand, arguments soared. Interests to pay, for those who doesn't need that.

But it's okay, sometimes we need an earthshake to come over numbness. One brother is chasing a job. The other is going to get married. Father cutting expenses. Something says me that I'll miss so much these years...

segunda-feira, 13 de agosto de 2007

Sunset

Skies blue with no clouds over São Paulo. Looking at the city from the 19th floor makes it seem so calm, almost desert. Sun going down, turning horizon in purple. Down there, ants-like people drag bags.

A bird of prey perchs on a nearby building. The State of São Paulo's flag on the top of Banespa seems to be huge. Serra of Cantareira rises on landscape background. And a gray fog hovers all over the gray city. Sé's vault is very near, I can distinguish the bricks.

That wonderful view is what I have beside my desk on work. I like to look at it everyday, but I'll change it for Brasília, next year. Dry, far and hot, but that's where my goal remains.

segunda-feira, 6 de agosto de 2007

Walking Wonder

I start tomorrow in "Curso Rio Branco", regarding prepare myself to Itamaraty test. I'll pay about six hundred reais per month, wich is very expensive. I'm going to study the following topics: Law, Economics, Grammar and History, among others. But the most important is learning to have discipline.

I'm to lazy to study, maybe excessively self-confident. Need to get into a routine, otherwise I won't be able to read all I have to: dozens of sociology and history books, mostly. I'll have to study more english and spanish or french, as well. I might cost me precious points on test.

But, just as Dee Snider would say, "you're an walking wonder, you're a metal machine!". Not comparing, in the Psalms, the Sacred Bible also says that we are gods; we are all sons of the allmighty.

Endless coughing! Throat hurting! Can't stand this! I had pills, but it didn't work, until now. Maybe I need vitamins. But in Brasília, I won't need medicine anymore, the city melts with the unmerciful sun!

terça-feira, 31 de julho de 2007

Time

I want to write posts in this blog, but I don't have time. Need to study more, but there's no time. Wanna sleep more - but have to wake up early. Where the hell is my time?

quarta-feira, 25 de julho de 2007

Moving off

Need to find a new place to live. Alone, without parents, brothers and the noise that comes with them. The apartment has to have one or two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, a bathroom. It has to be big enough to stock my books. That's enough. Also, it has to be near the subway. But it's to difficulf to find a cheap rent with those characters.
But I'll have to find soon. My mother has already selled the place we live. The are looking for a house beyond Tietê river, too far from my job.
Besides, I'm going to start a curse to prepare me to Itamaraty test. The school is downtown. I need to settle near there, otherwise I'll arrive home near wake-up time.
I would like to live near Paulista avenue. But it's not so easy to find a cheap condo there. That's the same problem of Perdizes, where I live now.
I'll have to cook, to wash my clothes, clean the house, do the dishes (I already do). I won'thave nobody to help me, when I get sick. Nobody to talk with. It won't be piece of cake. But it's going to be nice, anyway.

terça-feira, 24 de julho de 2007

Kafka



I've been interested on Kafka since I was a kid, when I heard about the man that became a bug - this kind of subject is common in terror movies. Then, ten years later, I've bought Metamorphosis and started to read it. Finished. Didn't understand a single word. That novel is about things that, until recently, I just couldn't comprehend - familiar conflicts, opression, rejection, absurd. Last week, I decided to try again: acquired Entrelivros Magazine number 27. Franz Kafka's caricature was on cover, with huge ears.


It seems that his geniality rely on the sad relationship with his father, who was rude and obcessed with enrichment and social elevation. The sense of absurd and other Kafka's characteristics, presumedly, came from the struggle with the temper of his parents, specially the man, what left marks upon the writer's entire production.


The creator of Gregor Samsa died 41 years old, in 1924, in a sanatorium in his hometown, Praga. He didn't had in life half the recognition that came after death. All fame was post mortem.


Some genius are just like manhood's scapegoats. They come, bear true important works, that influence all the world, and die with no rewards. They come to suffer. Suffer to create. Create but few understand. Pass by. Only then, somebody discovers the qualities of the departed. Kafka, Van Gogh, George Orwell, they are so many.... At least, one of those, the most important, came back from the dead.

segunda-feira, 23 de julho de 2007

Bolivia

Bolivian government is complaing about the building of two hydro-eletric power stations on Madeira river. They say that there are no studies about the impact of the generators on bolivian fauna and flora, for the river crosses both brazilian and bolivian territories.

But they forgot one thing: Madeira comes from Bolivia to Brazil, and not the contrary. So, there are no much changes to happen beyond our boundaries.

In fact, our neighbours want to bargain, to push Brazil in order to obtain advantages on energy sector. But Amorim's diplomacy won't allow this behavio, and rejected any possibility of negotiation on this.

Maquiavel era brasileiro

Um assessor do governo foi filmado fazendo um gesto obceno inominado, vulgarmente conhecido como "top top" (sic), supostamente escarnecendo da responsabilização da Infraero pelo desastre aéreo ocorrido semana retrasada. Todos ficaram estarrecidos com a imoralidade do servidor público.


Ninguém ficou escandalizado, contudo, com as circunstâncias que envolveram o flagrante: a gravação foi clandestina, realizada por jornalista desautorizado, em violação flagrante a princípios constitucionais dos mais básicos. Não houve espanto também com relação às palavras postas na boca do flagrado, e dos pensamentos postos em sua cabeça: mesmo sem provas, estava comprovado que Marco Aurélio Garcia (acho que é esse o nome) estava morrendo de rir de outros, pouco se importando com a tragédia e a dor das vítimas.


Essa tal de "opinião pública" nada viu de errado no procedimento jornalístico. Como se sabe, os nossos fins justificam os meios.

quinta-feira, 19 de julho de 2007

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.
Running over the same old ground, what have we found?
Same old fears. Wish you were here.

Crash

On the day before yesterday, an aeroplane crashed in the middle of São Paulo, after it had tried to land. It seems that the vehicle slided on the wet airport track, crossed the avenue beyond the airport and hit a building, where there was stocked a great quantity of inflamable material. Fire everywhere. The heat in the place reached 1000ºC, according the rescue staff. About two hundred people died. A real tragedy.
On TV, a middle-aged, blonde, blue-eyed gaúcha gave an interview, telling that she lost two daughters and her mother in the disaster. How can one express this pain?
Do we have to be afraid of flying? Who can guarantee that we are safer on ground, in a violent city like this? Or that we won't die with any deadly disease, like cancer, or some rare illness, for wich cientists haven't yet created a cure? Or that a plain won't fall down on our heads, like happened this time? Even a lightning can strike anyone of us, it happens many times in Brazil.
We aren't more than ants marching, carrying grass leaves on our backs, and hoping that no bug, tamandua, rain, fire or boy shorten our short lives up or, if it happens, be our executioner merciful, ending our lives with a precise finishing stroke.
***
Sun shone again in São Paulo, after almost a week. It's so good to live in a sunny country, how we do. Gray days are depressing.
I have a studentship test on saturday. That's for a preparatory school for diplomacy career test, wich happens in next january, probably. It needs determination and a great effort to win this challenge. But someone believe in me, and I won't let Him down.

terça-feira, 17 de julho de 2007

São Paulo is the most important brazilian state, for it provides one third of Brazil's total gross domestic product. With about the same size of the United Kingdom (244.000 km², crossed by Tietê river) and a population of 41 million people, São Paulo is called "the locomotive", carrying the other 26 federation states.

The capital has about 9 million people, more than many countries. It's an ocean of gray buildings, raised without any logical order. Traffic is overloaded. Pollution turns skies to gray. Violence grows as fast as the slums. The city is, in resume, abandoned by politicians.

If Brazil was a soccer team, São Paulo would be like Real Madrid's Robinho: a great player, who needs care in order to make goals. But, in here, things don't work as they should: the best striker has no attention, obliged to sacrifice itself to help the other (bad) players.

segunda-feira, 16 de julho de 2007

Brazilian sub-continent

Brasil is the biggest country in South America, with precisely 8.514.877 square kilometers. That's the 5th largest country in the world, behind Russia (17.098.242 km²), Canada (9.970.610 km²), China (9.640.821 km²) and USA (9.629.091 km²).

Brasil's area correspond to almost half of South America (47,78%). It means that the country is bigger than Argentina, Peru, Colombia, Bolivia, Chile and Paraguay together. It has boundaries with almost all contries of the continent, except Chile and Equador.

The South-America's extention order (km²) is:

1st: Brazil (8.514.877 )
2nd: Argentina (2.780.400)
3rd: Peru (1.285.216)
4th: Colombia (1.138.914)
5th: Bolivia (1.098.581)
6th: Venezuela (916.445)
7th: Chile (756.096)
8th: Paraguay (406.752)
9th: Ecuador (283.561)
10th: Uruguay (176.065)

Changes

Last two years and next two ones are going to mark my family, including close relatives.

My parents are moving off the place we have been living for more than a decade. I'm not going with them: I'm going to rent some place downtown. I want to live alone, to cook my dinner, clean my home, wash my clothes.

My older brother is about to get married. Good luck, Marcel, you are going to need - everybody does.

Four of my younger cousins - Milena, Dênis, Maísa, e Márcia - got married as well. Milena is in Londrina, putting up her Mother-in-law. Dênis is further, in a small city in the middle of Rondonia's amazonic rainforest. Maísa goes on her home town, with two children - turbulent Davi and adorable Livia. And Márcia is just married, now in the southern side of Bahia, a little bit alone. I love the four of them.

Manuyla, my beloved sister-cousin, moved to São Paulo, dates a great guy and will be asked soon, it appears.

Mileninha is now a doctor. I don't know why, but I think she is not ok. She doesn't look happy. She chose a hard career, maybe that's the reason.

Levy, a very inteligent guy. He's now dealing with his emotional troubles. Once he come over this, nobody will be able to stop him.

Brother Fernando, also, is struggling against himself. He's doing good. But parents can confuse sons, sometimes.

Miron, Vaine and Lucianinho demand a particular post.

Concerning me, I just miss all of them.

What is that for?

This blog was created for me with three purposes:

First: register thoughts, plans or any other thing popping in my unstable mind;
Second: Save some informations about myself to my offspring; and
Third: practice my english, español, português, or whatever.

It's been raining since early morning, what is uncommon, at this season. Yesterday, Brasil beat out Argentina's football team in a great game, played in Maracaibo, Venezuela. It was the Copa America's final match. 3x0. No one could imagine that, for los hermanos had the best squad 'till that time. In the other hand, brazilians hadn't their best players, such as Kaká and Ronaldinho Gaúcho. Worse: Dunga was the coach.

ants marching - Dave Matthews Band

He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins

She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper

Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange

And all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennas waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die.